October 20, 2003
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I’m trying to take small pleasures today
It may be that they are the ones to be had
The roads, with the wind and the rain, are like surfing
I can’t help but feel they’re reflecting my mood
It seems the kind of day when one should wisely take to port
or barring that, would hunker down and motor
Though it’s completely out of line with all I stand to lose
I could just throw up the sail and see what she can take
‘fore she goes under
Comments (9)
speaking of throw up, I’ve been cleaning it all night long. sorry. I’m tactless amongst your words. what a little vomit will do to you.
the rain! I don’t know whether I’m loving it or hating it, but you’ve helped inspire me not to go into port and leave the tv on!
I’m more bothered by the metaphorical rain.
damn you, metaphorical rain!
yeah metaphorical rain is the dampest
((lar))
that looks painful :O
is that your new tattoo? or perhaps a design for one?
{{Hugs}}
I could’t sail to save my life, but I’ll peel the potatoes. (One can never have enough potatoes, at sea. Or so they say.)